I slept in again for my class and was a few minutes late. It's so cold in the morning that it's hard to resist nodding off for 5 minutes (or so I thought) but in actual fact it was 30 mins. Anyway I had to grab a camu-camu jam roll and down my tea! I ran off to school and had my last lesson with Ingrid. She talked for a while about politics and I just nodded enthusiasticaly. Eventually we moved on to doing exercises. We did several subjunctive exercises and then had our break. On the break I wrote an entry in the Runawasi Alumni Book. The teachers wanted me to leave a photo so I did. I had some banter with Tuki who was teaching the Dutch girl on a nearby table in the courtyard. I really don't get on with Tuki, bit of a personality clash but it's all in good fun! I chatted with Ingrid for the remainder of my lesson and then returned home to find Jose sitting in front of the telly shouting "Copa Mundial Neil, Alemania 2-1!". I watched the match with the family while eating our lunch at the dining table. We had the weird soup with chips floating in it! The match was great; 4-2 it finished and some estupendo golazos! The family recieved a phone call that Jose's brother was seriously ill in hospital with heart problems. The daughter, Marie-Renne ran outside, I thought she was rushing off to see him in Santa Cruz. However she returned with 3 candles, lit them and placed them beneath the shrine to the Virgin Mary. Apparently this will give him more of a chance to survive..I have to say I'm sceptical. I walked round the neighbourhood to Darcy's place where her family own the cheap internet cafe. We arranged to meet with the others at 5.30pm to head to Chernobyl restaurant/bar. It's Pedro's 30th birthday so I'll be forcing a dirty pint down him! Ok going to try and give my folks a phone now. My last night in CBBA! Que lastima! There was a problem with the line so I couldn't get through. I'll try and give you a call after I've done my salt flats tour in Uyuni. I met up with everyone in at 5 and we got a taxi to the nearby town of Quillacollo. We arrived at the infamous "Chernobyl Restaurant and bar" where they make some volatile maize drink called "chicha". The huge restaurant was surprisingly empty and so we took one of the tables in the mezzanine. We ordered two huge jugs of chicha and some food. We took it in turns drinking the chicha from the traditional fruit shell cup. The chicha tasted nice, it was a smooth, sweet almost cidery tasting drink. The mozzies began to eat us alive around dusk and we all wished we'd had the foresight to put insect repellant on. The food arrived and the portions were huge. A mountain of chips, chorizo sausage, steak and coleslaw. It was difficult to finish it but we managed. We chatted for a few hours in the balmy evening slurping chicha from the cup. We got a taxi back into the city however Darcy had overdone it with the chicha and so she went home with Jaqueline. Whilst myself, Melanie and Pedro headed into the entertainment district of CBBA. We found a pub and started drinking from the cocktail menu. We had several cocktails including Fernet and coke. It was really strange, it tasted medicinal and is some herbal liquer from Italy. I quite liked it and apparently it's huge in northern Argentina, in places like Cordoba. We chatted in the pub until nearly 1am and then walked to the nearby Tantra nightclub. When we walked in it was smokey and there was far too many strobe lights. A really attractive girl was interviewing people and had a film crew with her. They came to our table and asked us a few questions; Who we were supporting in the World Cup...Sweden of course (me) France (Mel) and England (Pedro). I think we're going to be on the Cochabmba youth nightlife series. There were loads of girls it seemed and no men. However the guys were all drinking upstairs and came down for "Fiesta del Futbol" competitions on the stage; keepy uppy, heedies etc. I would have had a shot but I was so drunk I didn't think my co-ordination would be up to much! We ordered several drinks and sat watching the Bolivians dance to a crazy mix of songs; salsa, reggaeton, techno and cheesy pop! We finally got on the dancefloor around 3am but by 4am most people were heading to their beds. So we left too and walked down to another nightclub that was still busy called Deep. Melanie was accosted by a Bolivian man but I think she must have said I was her boyfriend as a guy came up to me while I was standing at the bar and was apologising profusely. The people in Deep were a lot older and the music wasn't that great so we decided to call it a night around 5.30am. We got a taxi to Villa Juan XXIII. I had forgotten my keys so I had to vault the spikey fence and nearly fell on my face much to the amusement of Pedro and Mel. Luckily Marie-Renne was up watching tv and let me in!